If you’ve thought about trying calligraphy, this technique is perfect for jumping in risk-free. There’s no guesswork, there’s no mess, and all you need are a couple pencils. (Plus a suitable surface. Paper will do. Or a wall, you know, whatever’s handy.)
We all love a pretty font.
The problem? They’re not all free. And sometimes free means ‘free for personal use’ – so use them all you want for personal party invitations, but if you start to use them on your blog (that sells advertising or promotes your business) you’re heading for murky waters. Use them to sell art (like those pretty typography prints going wild right now) and you’re outright abusing the license.
So what’s a font addict to do? You could either buy some expensive licenses or you can be clever and use free fonts. Here are some of my favourites.
Moving always has its ups and downs, but our move last week went so smoothly I’m still tense waiting for something to go wrong. Nothing broke, nothing got lost, and even the washing machine fit into our (beautiful!) new kitchen just fine. It’s funny how small a space can look when it’s empty.
The kitchen was the first room to get unpacked and I can’t wait to fill the windowsill with herbs and flowers.
Upstairs we’ve got lovely views of mountain peaks around Crickhowell. My new crafting room has a window down to see our garden, whose prominent feature is a large buddleia tree. I have no idea what colours the flowers will be so that’ll be something to look forward to. In a couple weeks I’ll be sowing and working in the garden in earnest.
How have we been so lucky to move to such a beautiful, creative area?
Where did the weekend go? It’s already Monday and this Thursday Alex and I are moving to Crickhowell. Exciting! It’s funny how months of waiting to hear about our move dragged on and on, yet the weeks have flown by since we finally got news.
To start off the week I’ve finally signed up for Bloglovin. So if that’s how you like to keep track of new posts, be sure to Follow! ;)
Boxes are piling up. I said a tearful (temporary, four-day long) goodbye to my crafting materials yesterday as I packed them up. Other than a few absolute basics and my calligraphy materials, everything’s hidden away in boxes now.
Oh, and those brainstorming notes?
The F-word has always been a bit difficult for me to understand. (Psst, I mean feminism.)
I come from a family of strong women, so maybe that’s why. I’m the youngest of four girls. I have four aunts and one uncle.
Both of my grandmothers are headstrong, hands-on women. The women in my family are educated, and speak their minds. My maternal grandmother worked in fashion, but after my grandfather died (years before I was born) she took over his fencing business. She raised four children and never remarried. That was in the 70’s.
So it was odd for me as a child to think that women are supposedly suppressed.
